Wiled Poems - Poems about Wiled

...There was a wonderful aura about the sparkly white witch. She had raised a sparkly fresh white owl she named Snitch. They sat on a crescent moon and wiled the night away. On Halloween night, until......Read the rest...

...Love neither gives or takes but from itself. Be not wiled by fantasies of arrogance. Take no more than is offered by yourself. Leave nothing trapped in tortured irrelevance. Seek not a ......Read the rest...

...Guiled movement. A warrior's ballet. Wiled traps confusing choice play. Battle simulator, test of war. Chattel, pieces. Sixteen, no more. Tool used for general and king. Fool recused, no victory......Read the rest...

...The Shed. The door creaks open and refracted light creeps in, A place filled with creation, even in the bin. Smells of shaven eucalypt and mountain ash fill up all the senses. Planes, saws and ......Read the rest...

...On the forest edge young beautiful and wild though you call singing of love, so subtly mild ......Read the rest...

...by Michaelw1two Thinking’s challenge is to weigh, all of one’s life substance; quandary thus, illogical fuss, which blinds the mind's acutance; adscititiously into thoughts bleed, vitiated ind......Read the rest...

...A lad is stopped by roving cops, who shoot in disregard. His face is black, he’s on his back, a breeze is breathing hard, he bleeds and dies, his mama cries, the screaming sky is scarred, th......Read the rest...

...For a moment i held your hand, when it became empty, i walked in hands with the devil Wishing for my very last breath for when i hold you next. knowing i can die over wiled Time never moves withou......Read the rest...

...If it-were to-them this principal offered His-grace, children would still feel I know- a thought-quite kinder-to the idea of rolling around in there heads their own inalienable rights all b......Read the rest...

...She’ll trumpet a mid-summer’s lilac revolution To smash and grab and take your affection A twinkled-eyed assault of sweet-toothed pleasure On half-composed clarity’s measure She’ll launch a pillow-ca......Read the rest...

...You stand there, silent & watching each of you in turn holding a bank of memories That are mine to draw from each day To the North, the Catalinas Draw me back to childhood days of breakfasts,......Read the rest...